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So I was on the IM the other night, negotiating a meeting for the following evening with a friend of mine. We’d been working up to some lovely buggery for ages, and finally we possessed both the heart and the means to make his wish a reality.
But as happens in my little world, even the most ardent conversation can get derailed by life’s other demands. In this case, the demands came from a child up in the night with a cough and a bubbling pot of chili. Listen in?
Me: Sorry to have disappeared. I’m back and forth between the child and a pot of chili.
Him: Yum, chili.
Me: Oh, you like chili? You want that I should bring over the implements of assfuckery and some chili for you?
Him: Nah, best be one or the other.
Me: Well then. Which would you prefer?
Him: I can make my OWN chili. Bring the damn strap-on!
So I made a mental note to lay off the chili past noon the next day, and I packed up my little bag of sodomy goodies.
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Newb Writer on January 2nd, 2008 
